Silence

It is not silence at the edge of sound
In a brief highway of the paddy fields

That occurs between town and town.
Noisy chickens often cross highroad

And men are found lying on the road
In a helpless pool of drunken silence.

I remember more an awkward silence
That rules as a dialogue breaks down

And all the answers in her eyes do not
Address the questions in your throat.

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